Knock.

I gave you the key to unlock- Every quiet thought I’ve ever had. I gave you my full attention, And still, you didn’t accept it. I want you to take my words- And treasure their existence. I want you to grasp my future- Inside the arms you used to hold me. It isn’t butterflies I feel when you- Touch my hand or smile at me. A thunderstorm rages inside my stomach- Threatening to spew its contents- And shame me into a quiet stupor- While you just stand and watch. You’re too afraid to speak to me while- I’m too afraid to look back at you. We both hide our feelings inside paper bags- That we ball up and toss in the garbage- As if they were nothing more than fragments- Of our brains that couldn’t be spoken aloud. If you promise to look at me again, If you promise to love me- I will open the door to my soul- And give you everything knocking on it.

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